Old Boston days & ways; from the dawn of the revolution until the town became a city . Ah. OLD BOSTON DAYS & WAYS 437 pen wrote that she had neither face, nor form,nor voice nor action, in short no one talent forthe profession she has usurped. And then,dropping like Mr. Wegg into poetry, he adds, When to enforce some very tender part,The right hand sleeps by instinct on the heartThe soul of every other thought bereft,Seems anxious only where to place the left. On one occasion an actor who, when not inthe bill, served as house manager, was verymuch disturbed, — though supposed to beRomeo and de
Old Boston days & ways; from the dawn of the revolution until the town became a city . Ah. OLD BOSTON DAYS & WAYS 437 pen wrote that she had neither face, nor form,nor voice nor action, in short no one talent forthe profession she has usurped. And then,dropping like Mr. Wegg into poetry, he adds, When to enforce some very tender part,The right hand sleeps by instinct on the heartThe soul of every other thought bereft,Seems anxious only where to place the left. On one occasion an actor who, when not inthe bill, served as house manager, was verymuch disturbed, — though supposed to beRomeo and dead, — by the ringing of bellsnear by. With one eye and his subconsciousmind he perceived that the audience was takingalarm at the sound, — fearing fire, in theirmidst. So, interrupting Juliets lamentations,he sat up and said: Ladies and gentlemen,do not be alarmed. I assure you that it is onlythe Old South Bell. At this time, by the by, there was never atheatrical performance in Boston on the eve-nings when religious services were held at Belknaps church, on the same
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